Imagine yourself sitting in the exam hall. Not very good memories, are they? And if you haven't prepared well, it is a nightmare. What if you don't understand a single question in the question paper? Unreal!
Look around, and you see the others scribbling away furiously as if there is no time to waste, and it gnaws at your belly like nothing else. A tight knot forms there and you start wondering what prompted you to waste those precious couple of hours playing games or whiling the time away watching movies you have already watched twice or perhaps thrice. Or why you were so interested in the magazine that you just bought. Or just looking up friends to chat up online.
And when you come out of the reverie you see that the minute hand has already traversed a quarter of the hour you are allowed. Then looking down you see the page lying there blank and unmarked and you start wondering what you can write that will seem relevant and will not give you away to the professor that you are fishing around for the answers.
Of course having unhelpful classmates sitting around you is a big letdown. But then long channels of communication have to be established and clandestine information is passed to and fro. And then you discover that the persons who are scribbling away have no more idea than you do about the question asked, but are not stupid enough to let anyone else know that. And then your eyes wander and catch those of a sympathetic friend who is in the same shoes and both of you smile and get out of the class leaving an empty answer script behind with a note saying, "I studied although I don't remember any of that now. Am going to visit a doctor."
XoXo... :P
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